Dear Women with compassion,
I would be so grateful to read from you. I have struggled to break free of my torturous past with my family. I am 40 years old and yet to truly be in a soulful committed relationship. There have been many randy and sensual sexual relationships, but nothing has stuck.
I have to fight against hermitizing myself, for so long my father would jump in and take over any interest I had, growing up he read my private journals so I stoppped writing in them. He listened to my phone conversations, and set up a desk in my room where he filed his bills. I have learned to hide away for fear that if I step out in any way - show love- it will be taken away from me or critisized somehow. I feel "raped" by my father even though he never did touch me inappropriately. My mother ignored me and offered no protection. My brother joined in on the abuse by speaking harshly to me on a constant basis.
Always the good girl, I for years let my neurotic parents and abusive brother define me and and command me to do things for them. I was ashamed of this but somehow felt if I spread my wings and became my own woman I would somehow hurt them. This translated to my dating experience as well - choosing men who controled me - but were not really there for me.
My "surrogate family" as I like to cal them, for my real parent is G-d, are all dead to me now - for my lonliness made me want to kill myself. While I am alone, I am much happier than I have been for the past 12 years or so.
But where to go now? How can a talented compassioate 40 year old single woman find love in a dense urban metropolis teeming with ultra perky 30 year old babes, and overun with single women of all types? Sure there are social groups that have served as a band-aid thus far.
Where is the hope? I cannot be alone for much longer

I have already possibly sacrifised my lifeblood of being able to have children. Will I have to sacrifise myself too out of sheer inhumane lonliness? You see I waver between the glory of my freedom and the depression of my lonely childhood, 20s and 30s.
With love and gratitude,
lakesister